Chapter 260: Warships Sailing to the West Sea
Jinan supported the drunk Zefa and slowly walked towards his home.
Zefa's body was heavy, and his slightly tipsy breath smelled of alcohol. Jinan supported him vigorously with a helpless smile on his face.
"You're such a grown-up, but you're still so worrying..."
He muttered quietly, but his tone was thick with concern.
The moonlight shone on them, a young man supporting an old man, their shadows overlapping like entangled tree roots.
They walked in the quiet night, and their footsteps were particularly clear in the empty streets.
After sending Zefa home, Jinan, under the guidance of his master's wife, gently placed him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and looked at Zefa's tired face, feeling a warm emotion in his heart.
Then he closed the door and walked back to his residence alone.
It’s really nice to have such a respectable elder around.
After returning home, Jin An sat on the sofa tiredly.
His thoughts began to churn, Zephyr's words and the tragedy that was about to happen echoing in his mind.
He knew that O'Hara's fate was sealed, but he was unwilling to let go.
He slowly raised his fingers and gently touched the air in front of him. A door slowly opened along with his fingers.
This is the new ability of the Men Men Fruit that he has mastered.
Currently, he can only use this ability through touch, but it already makes him feel very convenient.
Under his control, this door leads to an independent space that only he and people or things he agrees to can enter.
In its simplest form, this portable space frees him from the trouble of having to carry a lot of things when going out.
“This ability is truly amazing.”
Jinan talked to himself, feeling the pleasure of freely manipulating space.
“It’s a great feeling to be able to manipulate space freely.”
He stared at the door, pondering his next move.
"After a little preparation, let's start the action..."
He whispered, with an inexplicable light in his eyes.
He knew that this operation was not only for the innocent people of O'Hara, but also to cause some trouble for the World Government.
Moreover, he was very worried about Kuzan.
He knew that guy's character very well. If he became negative because of this incident, Jin An wouldn't know who to cry to.
Moreover, he has never been the kind of navy soldier who silently follows orders, but a person with his own beliefs and goals.
“If something hasn’t happened yet, there’s a chance to change it.”
Jinan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the silence around him.
He knew that this road was destined to be full of thorns, but he was ready to face everything.
He will change the world in his own way.
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On a warship sailing towards the West Sea.
Kuzan stood on the deck of the warship with a depressed look on his face. The sea breeze blew, making the coat of justice on his back rustle.
He lowered his head, frowned, and his eyes revealed deep confusion and anxiety.
"Alas...if Jin An received this task, what would he do?"
Kuzan sighed silently in his heart.
He knew what the Demon Killing Order meant. It was a brutal attack that would burn everything, consisting of 10 warships, 5 lieutenant generals, and the navy's elite combat forces.
The soldiers on the warship were busy and orderly, and the deck was echoing with footsteps and commands.
The warships that carry out the Demon Slaying Order are the strongest and most aggressive in the navy. They are all built by the royal shipyard Water Seven Islands, and their quality is beyond doubt.
Dealing with sea kings is basically no problem.
Each warship was manned by about a thousand naval soldiers.
With this configuration, destroying an island is extremely easy.
Kuzan looked towards the distant horizon, with a hint of helplessness and confusion in his eyes.
He had just been promoted to lieutenant general in the headquarters not long ago, and he was selected to participate in this demon-slaying order, which made him feel extremely upset.
Holding the power of the navy in his hands, he had to execute such cruel orders, and the justice and conscience in his heart were constantly fighting.
“It’s really annoying…”
Kuzan muttered to himself, feeling a deep sense of exhaustion.
Jin An's figure appeared in his mind. His determined eyes and unyielding will made him wonder, what would he do if it were Jin An?
Kuzan knew that Jin An would not easily submit to orders and he would solve the problem in his own way.
Thinking of this, Kuzan felt a little better.
He knew that he had to find his own answer in this action, to find the path that would uphold justice without violating his conscience.
He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and his eyes became determined.
No matter how difficult the road ahead is, he will find his own justice.
He wants to use his actions to prove the justice and conscience he believes in.
A tall figure walked up behind Kuzan.
Kuzan had already smelled the scent of cigar in the air.
He didn't look back immediately, but sighed softly.
"Sakaski, you don't seem to have any particular ideas about carrying out this mission."
Kuzan turned around and looked at Sakaski who was leaning on the railing not far away.
The sea breeze blew, and Sakaski's cloak of justice fluttered with it, but his expression remained as grim as usual.
"Kuzan, you and I are both soldiers. I would like to ask you, can a soldier disobey the mission assigned by his superiors?"
Sakaski removed the cigar from his mouth, exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked directly at Kuzan.
The smoke dispersed in the wind, just like the suppressed emotions in his heart, drifting between the endless sea and sky.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Kuzan still said:
"It is a soldier's duty to complete the mission."
Sakaski nodded and continued:
"That's okay."
"Many times, people can only think positively about things."
"Otherwise it will only cause more trouble."
His voice was deep and powerful, with an unquestionable firmness.
“I’ve seen a lot of really cruel things.”
Sakaski clenched his fists, his eyes revealing deep helplessness.
"There are many things I can't change. If I want to do what I want to do, I need to have enough strength."
He paused, his eyes becoming sharper.
"And you, now you haven't..."
After extinguishing the cigar in his hand, Sakaski looked at Kuzan meaningfully, then turned back to his own warship.
There was both warning and expectation in those eyes, as if waiting for Kuzan to awaken and grow.
Kuzan looked at Sakaski's departing back, feeling mixed emotions.
He understood that what Sakaski said made sense, but his deep sense of justice prevented him from fully accepting this reality.
He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and secretly made up his mind: one day, he would find a way to uphold justice without violating his conscience.
The warship continued to move forward in the waves. Kuzan stood on the deck with a complicated light in his eyes.
He knew that this mission would be a great test of his inner beliefs.
And he must make his own choice.
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